Backstory: I've mentioned before my childhood friend's racist dad. He used to call me "(n word)-lover" as a term of endearment. Seriously. "Merry Christmas, (n word)-lover. Come over and have some eggnog."

He also had a collection of racist country music on 8-track tape. Hey, stop poking your own eyes out with a dry toothpick...you read it right. And not subtle country music racism as perfected recently by Toby Keith; but horrible, blatant KKK-hate-boner-giving racism. This was WAY before the internet, so he actually had to go out in public to obtain these recordings. I have no proof, but I'm guessing flea market.